TRP is a post-Great War AU RWBY RP set in Mistral City and Haven Academy with no canons, no rank claims, no maidens, and no god interference. We offer a progression system and site-wide events that change the setting based on player actions.
Post by Sinopia DeStellanova on Nov 10, 2020 22:16:27 GMT -5
Red's landing was about as graceful as could be expected from trying to land on a collapsing roller coaster. She had to take several steps forward just to get her balance and avoid falling off the edge. With the car off the tracks and to...well relative safely that wouldn't immediately kill anyone, her focus was that weirdo that jumped onto the tracks for some reason. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't take that long for her to close such a short distance, but with everything falling apart and solid ground quickly becoming a luxury there was only so much she could do.
At first, she grit her teeth and tried to push herself as much as she was physically able, looking for any path that was even remotely viable regardless of how dangerous it was. However, once the supports started to collapse and the other faunus started to fall, it became clear that the other faunus had everything under control. Mostly under control, even if by luck if that horrible scream was anything to go by. The look of horror on her face stayed until the other faunus started berating the person she landed on, and at that point, Red was pretty sure everything was fine. Well, relatively. This entire festival was a disaster.
She made her way off the collapsing wooden structure herself and had a much easier time doing so now that there wasn't anyone else on it. People were smart enough to flee from the raining debris, so there were only a few slow ones lingering around. She went the opposite direction the fast blonde did, figuring that if that woman was willing to jump in and catch people that odds were high she'd do something over there so it was worth trying to deal with the situation on the other side. Even if she was wrong and the blonde fucked off without doing anything, it's not like she could be in two places at once. This was the best she could do for now. Besides, the stampede was over here and that was her fault.
Other people seemed to be having some success in controlling the animals, so she focused on the people. Getting heavy planks from the roller coaster off of some people, trying to redirect some animals towards the people doing something about them (because they'd undoubtedly do better than she would, she was terrible with animals), and otherwise trying to help people up and making sure they weren't too injured to walk. She was mostly focused on the people, so the wood she picked up ended up in a small pile on the edge of what remained of the stampede. Using parts of the roller coaster to make a new fence was a good idea, she just had other priorities right now.
And a piercing headache. Fuck, why did she want to come here again? Whatever, at this rate it was a good thing she did. Was this festival always this much of a death trap? What kind of person would seriously take their children here?
Eventually, she came upon a small red head being licked by a cow. The person riding the cow ended up running off to deal with some other crisis (that there were so many of them was honestly disturbing), so she decided to make sure the person on the ground was okay. The girl looked pretty young, so it was worth checking. Red reached her left hand out to help the girl up, and just as she did so, she was able to recognize her. This was about to get annoying wasn't it? At least there were ducks around again.
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Attempting Problem: The Herd Needs a Fence! (Social 8) Using Perception F Result: 7 + 0 = 7 (not solved)
Post by Alina Rybalka on Nov 11, 2020 1:11:00 GMT -5
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[attr="class","nikki101"]WE CAN ALL AGREE THAT VIOLENCE BREEDS VIOLENCE
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[attr="class","nikki102"]BUT IN THE END, IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY
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[attr="class","nikki109"]This was wrong. This was all wrong. This was not how it was supposed to be. This was not how the festival was supposed to go. Where were the police? Where were the huntsmen? [break][break]
The white snow fell gently into the brightly lit street, the sun still in the sky despite the late hour. She could see her breath and outstretched her hand as gray eyes looked up at… [break][break]
No. It wasn’t snowing. She couldn’t see her breath. It was cold, sure, but not snowing. Her hand wasn’t outstretched, it was at her side. It was loud and chaotic, and she felt like she couldn’t see out of the corners of her eyes. Her head was pounding in a way that it hadn’t in a really long time, and her heart rate increased to levels that only made sense when her life was in danger. The entire area was loud, oh god it was so loud why didn’t she ever notice it before? [break][break]
Alina grit her teeth and moved her right hand to cover her forehead as she tried to focus on what was happening around her, the tunnel vision forcing her to rotate around more than she otherwise would have. The people falling out from the rollercoaster didn’t die, good. The blonde who solved the problem broke the tracks, though, and the actual frame spiraled out of control. Red ran off and solved that problem, but it created a whole new issue where the animals that were used in the goat races later started stampeding around. [break][break]
The animal looked so dopey. Brown and white hair covered its body, and it stepped forward suddenly enough to elicit and step back and a squeal of surprise as the cotton candy in her hand quickly got shared with the goat who greedily took a chomp of the food. It wasn’t a danger, though, she quickly realized. The faunus looked up… [break][break]
No. That was a long time ago. That wasn’t here. That wasn’t now. This entire thing was devolving to a level she’d never seen before, and if she didn’t do anything things would only get worse. With the dust kicked up, she wasn’t able to see all that was happening. Her vision being as fucked as it was, both peripherally and with her stress levels through the roof wasn’t helping either. [break][break]
Even though it took all of her self-control in that moment, Alina forced herself to take deep breaths and try to focus. It wasn’t real. That was the thing she had to keep in mind, every time this shit happened. None of the things she was seeing were real, not anymore. It had been a while since she got these flashbacks while awake, so it caught her off guard more than it maybe should have. For someone like her, the absolute most important thing she needed to do at that point was to control her mental state as well as possible to prevent it from spiraling out of control. [break][break]
With stress levels this high and anxiety rising along with heart rate, it was natural for her to be more jumpy and more prone to fly off the handle than usual. That, more than anything, would be the most dangerous thing possible in a crowded and chaotic area like this. She couldn’t freak out at the people bumping against her, the flashing lights, or the loud noises. She just needed to keep taking deep breaths, keep trying to focus, and keep trying to keep her mind as calm as possible. Getting angry wasn’t the answer, getting panicked wasn’t the answer. She just needed to do her best to get her breathing under control. [break][break]
Hearing the telltale noise of metal scraping against the ground, gray eyes looked up to see a mob starting to form on the streets. That was the biggest threat right now, and if she could just get a hold of herself enough to use her words she could… [break][break]
A small hand pressed against the cold window first, before her entire body was pressed against it to get a better look at what was happening. There was a crowd outside, and it wasn’t a happy one. Bats, planks, and machetes were all out in force. Many of them had bricks, too, and she could see them throwing them at the houses of their neighbors. Gray eyes followed one of those bricks as it smashed through the wall of one of her friend’s houses down the street, and because she was so distracted watching it she didn’t notice when one was thrown directly in the window she was standing in. The loud noise of glass shattering hurt her ears almost as much as the brick to the chest hurt her body, and for a brief moment she was absolutely terrified of falling forward out the window and down on the asphalt below. The gods were merciful that day, however, and she instead fall backwards with a scream that drowned out the sound of heavy footsteps running up the stairs. Her entire field of view rocked as she fell backwards in complete and utter terror amongst all those shards of glass. As she fell, her gaze almost by accident went to the door and she could almost see… [break][break]
Alina didn’t use her words, she used her semblance. It was honestly kind of remarkable her muscle memory worked so well to control it at this point, given how clouded her mind was at that moment. A wall of white flames shot up in front of the mob, and the heat was perhaps a little too high. It was enough for anyone to know that if they touched it they would not have a good time, and it caused the group to stop in their tracks. One of the idiots decided to try and sidestep it, and a snap of the fingers from the left hand of the faunus caused another wall of fire to shoot up and block that suicidal idiot’s way as well. [break][break]
”Don’t make me do that again.” she’d call out, clearly, as she moved towards the group. ”You saw what happened, I saw what happened… but we’re not fucking animals. Let our guys take care of it. If you want to file a report later or saw something I didn’t, have at it. But we’re not fucking animals. Let us handle it, and you know who to call if you see any more shit go down like this, yeah?” [break][break]
They agreed, nodded, and fucked off rather quickly. She couldn’t tell if it was the fire or the talking, but it was probably the fire. The fight from their eyes went off as soon as they saw how strong the fire was, well… except for that one idiot, but even he noped out after the second one. It was funny how that worked and was the most reliable way to get compliance, just overwhelming shows of force. It was less funny and more sad and representative of how broken society was once you thought about it for more than a second, but Alina didn’t like to do that. Thinking about social issues for more than a second was too depressing to do all the time when everything was this fucked from top to bottom. [break][break]
With any luck, this absolute shit show of a night would start to get better once this shit was dealt with. She didn’t need any more of this shit happening, frankly, at least directly around her. If the faunus could just have, like, five minutes of nothing exploding or going wrong or getting violent so she could actually catch her breath that would be amazing. Unlikely, but amazing if on the off chance it happened. [break][break]
She found one of her Iron Wolves in the crowd and directed him over to the owner of the roller coaster with a brief description as to what the fuck just happened and why the guy needed to be removed from the general population for a while until shit could be sorted out. One of the good parts about enjoying the festival in the Ground District, now, was due to the complete lack of police oversight she could just do that sort of shit if she wanted. Plus, it wasn’t like many were going to complain about someone who almost got a bunch of people killed via criminal negligence getting arrested… right? [break][break]
Solved Problem: Stop the mob psychos from getting out of control! (Social difficulty 7) [break] Skill Used: Semblance B (Locked to Social for this event) [break] Roll: 6 + 6 = 12 (Success)
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B Semblance, D Weapons, B Dust Enhancement, C Durability, C Agility, C Martial Arts, D Stamina, D Exhaustion
Holly didn't understood why they were yelling at her, why they were this mean, and what their problem was in thinking that you can have three identical short-cut haircuts. She wanted to go on on a tangent but before that she saw a friendly face. The three women wanted to scream up a storm, but they were stopped just in time when Kishka arrived. They withheld their undignified fury. For now. [break] [break]
Well, it was Kishka's haughty expression coming to defend Holly's honor and ability to needlessly mock public figures. Which was honestly as friendly and wanted in this moment as the plant girl could hope for. She beamed a smile as Kishka approached and her friend offered some explanation as to why Holly's actions were totally allowed. Something written in a book or something. Still, Holly didn't knew there even was a book of festival rules, and she just gave her friend Kishka a confused glance at her burping and being distracted. Holly was honestly grateful for the assistance and knowing she had someone in her corner. [break] [break]
Sure, the festival seemed to be the equivalent of a garbage fire in rapid secession as Holly was certain she could see a rollercoaster falling over, a group of animals running wild, a mob running wild, and actual slavers...but she was having to deal with really bitchy winemoms right now who didn't seem to freaking budge! Like, ladies! The festival is imploding behind you three, and you are still making a fuss about this![break] [break]
The Head-Karen Carol just gave a passive glance at the chaos nearby, before she made a comment to her passive aggressive friends. Not even seeming to justify Kishka's arrival, attempt to defuse the situation, and bumbling. "See, girls. This is what happens now they let the riff-raff celebrate White Nights in a district where they do not belong. So many of these people do not belong here, and they should honestly just segregate the rabble of the Ground District there for these kinds of things. That rollercoaster and animal pen are not up to any sort of code." [break] [break]
The other two nodded along, and the one with the fluffy dog did gave Kishka a moment of her time. "Listen, kid. I don't see a name tag on your outfit. I don't see a clipboard or a rule-book in your hands. You aren't event management, event staff, you aren't event-anything. You and that 'Holly' creature of yours, should just get out of here. While I would love to see you all arrested for breaking rules and disturbing the peace, you two are honestly not worth the trouble."[break] [break]
The last, holding on to whatever shred of humanity was still under layers of peer-pressure and a toxic friendship, looked around her at the unfolding chaos some parts away. While not in any actual danger where they are standing, they did have a good enough view that things were going on. "Girls, should we not ditch these fashion-rejects and like...help out...we are not exactly helpless ourselves, you know. Those kids seem to-"[break] [break]
"CREPE KOLLANE! ARE YOU PAID TO CLEAN UP THIS MESS, OR DO YOU SEE A NEWS CREW ALREADY?" Berated the elder-Karen, who seemed to be in the kind of mood that Crepe's sparks of human decency was a problem that they needed to stamp out on more than one occasion.[break] [break] "No...sister..." Spoken weakly by Crepe, indicating that bitchiness was in some part not genetic.[break] [break]
"That is right, so, we are exactly where we need to be. We are not a charity." Interjected the final of the three, without actually indicating what kind of status or power they possessed beyond their fearless disregard of their own safety when it came to harassing two girls half their age.[break] [break]
Holly, at this point, gave it one final attempt before she had reached her limit. She went to stand next to Kishka, put on a smile, and gave it her best.[break] [break] "Listen, we got off on the wrong food. I am Holly Hock, I love plants and-"[break] [break] "And you a little bitch." Interjected Cedar with a cold stare, while her hands were petting her dog.[break] [break]
The pinkette just blinked as he signature introduction was rudely interrupted. She had a good speech planned about acceptance, honesty, and why their dogs were honestly still cute and worthy of being loved by caring owners who could better their ways. Fine, she did something else. She took out her scroll, booted up her social media, and went to work. "Listen, I got a medium-ranged social media presence. I see that you three are up with the times? How about I give you all some likes and attention, helping you out along the way." All of this was not so much the truth, but it was honestly all she could think of at the moment.[break] [break]
The three of them got out their own scrolls with military-grade coordination and precision, seeming to have beaten Holly at her own game as they had found her online even before she could. One of them commented. "Why does this stupid girl has that many pictures of her stupid feet."[break] [break]
None of the earlier problems mattered now. Holly took one of the pumpkins and chucked it at the one Karen who wasn't holding a dog. She wouldn't want to accidentally hit an innocent animal when she just wanted to hit a bitch.[break] [break]
Carol caught the pumpkin with one hand in an act of speed and precision that Holly couldn't pull off herself. Her purple nails were visible to the two Haven students, and without seeming the need to exert actual effort, she crushed the small pumpkin with her fingers in a single action. The remnants splattered over Holly, and a bit over Kishka, as the head-Karen gave the girls the stare that meant 'did you honestly just do this to me? I could bench press a hundred managers without breaking a sweat. You are nothing compared to how many bad reviews I can write with my power without just ten minutes. I am on a watchlist in twelve kingdom-wide supermarkets. They opened up two more just to hide from my earlier wrath, but I found them, and I did bitch inside of every establishment to prove there is no escape'[break] [break]
It was a very expressive stare. [break] [break]
Seeming to be the most sensible of the three, Crepe, looked at her sisters-in-complaining for a moment. She looked back at Kishka and Holly, and threw them a small mercy in an attempt of the Karen faction to not resort to violence. "Would...you apologize for that and your actions?" [break] [break]
Problem: Defuse the angry Karen gaggle (Social difficulty 9)[break][break] Using Scroll-master F[break][break] Dice result: 8 (Fail)[break][break]
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It was honestly fucking impressive how many things had gone wrong in such a small area of the festival in such a short amount of time. Animals escaping, roller coasters falling apart, /slavers/? And Holly was off trying to deal with a group of entitled old women. A classic of any festival or any job ever, frankly. [break] She looked around at the students and crowds moving around. Only a few people tried to help repair the fence which meant Nasrin was stuck there for a little bit longer… Unless. She looked over to the idiots who had been running the zoo that didn’t bother to make a fence strong enough to stop a dog from toppling it over if it was determined enough. ”Hey! Assholes! You can come over here and stop these animals from running wild through the festival, aight? I’ve got shit to do that’s a bit more important than playing animal control. Someone will figure out your fence in a bit here and get it fixed, in the meantime just /please/ don’t let them get out of control again. Right? Right.” She moved out of the way, forcing the two younger men to run over and wave their arms around to try and keep the animals in their corner against a building. Neither seemed overly happy, but Nasrin’s death glare was enough to get them to take responsibility for the shit they caused. [break][break]
With that temporarily dealt with, assuming someone fixed the fence eventually, Nasrin decided to take her shot at getting rid of the entitled ladies. There were few things she hated more than people who harassed kids, low wage workers, and anyone else who didn’t do exactly what they wanted when they wanted. There was a special layer in hell, the underworld, or wherever else people went when they died for assholes like this. [break] She skated over on Rascal, jumping the remains of the fence and making sure to look as absolutely punk-like and rebellious as she possibly could while approaching the Karens. [break][break]
Each of them turned their attention to her as she approached, making a series of snide comments like ‘You know, you’re never going to find a man looking like that’ or ‘Nobody is going to hire you unless you dress better’ and of course the classic downtalking that came with people who assumed she was stupid cause she dressed a bit different from the norm and spoke a bit less clean than some people might like. [break] Thankfully, Nasrin was more than used to it. She hopped off Rascal right in front of them, standing between the current targets of their anger in Kishka and Holly and forcing it to be redirected to her. ”Hey girls. I /really/ don’t want to fucking deal with your shit right now. Things that are slightly more important than whatever it was you’re complaining about have happened - there was literally a fucking group of kidnappers over there a second ago and you’re /really/ still over here yapping? That’s prolly why you’re all divorced like seven times, right? When was the last time you kept a guy for longer than a year or two? Oh, that’s right, you can’t find anyone anymore cause you’ve got your head so far up your own asses that you can’t look properly, my bad.” She made a show of smacking her forehead like she’d made a big mistake, then rolled her eyes. [break][break]
The Karens, of course, were not happy. Insults and threats of ‘calling the manager of Haven’ were thrown out with such vitriol that Nasrin was more or less sure talking wouldn’t ever make these people go away. So she formed a massive barrier with her semblance, right in front of the group of Karens, and simply started to use it to push them backwards - towards the exit to the ground district that headed upwards. It wasn’t so much physically pushing as it was nudging since nobody wants to get smacked by a big barrier of aura that appeared out of nowhere. [break][break]
There was one problem Nasrin didn’t account for though. They weren’t /quite/ stupid enough to just run in a straight line away from her semblance. Eventually they picked up their little shit-stains in the shape of dogs and skirted around her barrier, only to run back over towards Kishka and Holly and return to berating them as if nothing had happened. Which… For Nasrin, was honestly the best method to get her to fuck off. She hated being ignored, and if she couldn’t get a proper reaction from the Karen's anymore then it wasn’t worth her time. [break][break]
She gave a shrug to Kishka, and mouthed ‘good fucking luck’ before skating off to do something else. Kishka deserved it anyways. Probably. [break][break]
Problem: Defuse the Angry Karen Gaggle (Social Difficulty 9) [break]
Skill used: Semblance D (Locked to Social for this event) [break]
Roll: 8 Total (6 + 2 for D rank semblance) Failure.
Aura: 100% [break][break]
Semblance D, Rascal Light F, Agility E, Durability C, Melee Accuracy E, Speed F, Graffiti F, Mechanics F[break][break]
Post by Kishka Burzanova on Nov 13, 2020 3:03:40 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
This was mind-numbing.
In the literal sense; her brain felt like it had been pounded on rocks for an hour, then stuck in the freezer for a week. That was what listening to these bitchy wannabe divas was like. It was painful. Agonizingly painful.
So much was going on around the festival, too- and yet, their grating, obnoxiously loud, voices were the only thing Kishka could focus on.
That, and the amount of fucks Holly had left to give, which seemed to be approaching zero at an alarmingly high speed. Hell, she was more agitated than Kishka was, and Kishka was pretty much always pissed off at someone. Maybe it was the festival- she couldn't really work up a righteous fury at these middle-aged hags, just a steady buzz of mild annoyance.
This annoyance decidedly peaked when the middle Karen told her to leave the festival. As if! "I'll have you know, my family is one of the biggest sponsors for this event, and all I have to do is make one call, and all three of you will be thrown flat on your asses outside the front gate! You should just consider yourselves lucky you didn't cross me in the Cloud District!"
Unfortunately, her threats were met with silent dismissal, as the trio continued berating Holly and her, seemingly not even having heard her at all. Which wasn't accurate; they did hear her, despite the lack of visible reaction. And they took it as a challenge,
This was, of course, less than ideal.
Then, to make matters worse, an orange mist of goop splattered on her face, just a bit, as she quickly realized that Holly had decided to take matters into her own hands, hurling a pumpkin at the dog-less Karen. This, understandably, did not help the situation very much.
Soon after, Nasrin came by, which almost made the entire situation worse. And would have, were it any other day. As it stood, Kishka just did her best to step out of the loud and angry skater girl's way as she attempted to diffuse the situation by insulting the trio of wine moms, then forcibly pushing them out of the way. Admittedly, a pretty good strategy, except for the fact that it didn't work at all.
Well, A for effort.
And, as could have been expected, Nasrin left shortly after failing to do any more than exacerbate the situation significantly more than it needed to be.
Kishka wiped the pumpkin sludge from her face, before turning to glance at Holly again, doing her best to nonverbally convey a question of what to do next. It wasn't like she was really too concerned about these rude assholes kicking her out of the Festival- she doubted they actually had any ability to do so, and as soon as an official of any sort was seen by them, the predatorial pack would forget all about her and Holly, in favor of assailing the "manager."
But it was a predicament, because until they found someone better to mess with, they were just going to keep going after Holly, which meant she couldn't just pull a Nasrin and leave, unfortunately.
Post by Carmim Clover on Nov 13, 2020 5:10:40 GMT -5
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AURA: 93% NOTES: this isn't the kind of fencing tournament i was expecting ngl WORDS: 665 | TWC: 1539
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
Ugh...
Her head was still spinning from the impact with tons and tons of animal hooves, as she attempted to locate some wood to use to rebuild the fence. She was plenty strong, so hauling it over would be easy enough, and this wasn't exactly the first fence she'd ever built, so it shouldn't be too hard to toss something up pretty quickly.
Of course, there was a good possibility that building the fence may not be the most useful thing that she could have chosen to focus on; there was still so much going on nearby, from the angry women yelling off in the distance, to what sounded like a fight breaking out- stopped by the biggest, and brightest, wall of fire Carmim had ever seen- and some faunus girl shooting lightning everywhere, near where the rollercoaster was.
Way too much happening all at once.
Bianca's voice rang out to her through the din, and she glanced up in time to get a face full of cow tongue. Crinkling her nose, she gently shoved the cow's head away, giving her some good pats for being cute, even if she was invading the very little personal space Carmim had left after being trampled.
Bianca's spear extended towards her, and she started to grab at it, but suddenly the lizard girl was off on some other mission of great import, so Carmim just let her go, and began to slowly attempt to clamor back onto her feet of her own accord. Fortunately for her, though, a friendly hand reached out to help her up, which she graciously accepted.
"Oh, t'ank yo-" And suddenly, she was confronted with the identity of her rescuer.
She had been right earlier! It actually was Sienna, from the elevator.
They'd only really interacted a little bit then, and most of that time was spent facing apart, but you don't walk down an elevator shaft with someone and forget their face. She beamed up at her fellow redhead, as she rubbed at her temple with her free hand- her brain was still bouncing around in her head a bit, after all.
"Oh! Hi Sienna! T'ank you for helping me up! What a small world, seeing you here! How have you been? Hopefully not getting stuck in any more elevators, haha." She grinned at her own little joke, before adding, in a slightly bashful tone, "I have been avoiding t'em lately. I do not trust t'em."
Oh, right. Speaking of things that cannot be trusted, the animals were still not properly enclosed. She moved over to take a closer look at the fence, while catching up with Sienna, who was definitely both willing and excited to talk to Carmim. Obviously.
Hmm...
It was pretty badly damaged, even aside from the clearly shattered portions- the surviving edges around the hole were cracked and splintered, so they would likely need to be replaced as well. She paused to look around for any nearby bits of wood, before heading over to collect what she could carry- a very large amount, fortunately. Still, while she had the materials on hand now, she didn't exactly have any tools, and she wasn't especially fast, so she only really managed to move some of the broken rollercoaster tracks over to the hole in the fence, before beginning her search for tools to actually start repairing it.
"Did you see t'e ducks in t'e petting zoo, Sienna? T'ey are very cute! So are all of t'e ot'er animals too, especially t'e big fluffy camel-y ones! I got to ride one! It was very fun. You should try it! Once t'e petting zoo is back to normal, I mean." She still had some questions about how Sienna, who she had assumed hadn't even had an unlocked Aura, was able to jump up and punch a rollercoaster car away in midair, but those could probably wait.
There were more important things to worry about, like making sure the animals didn't run off again!
LAIKA OF GS!
Problem Attempting: The Herd Needs a Fence (Social 8) Skill Used: Woodworking (E) Roll: 3 + 1 = 4
Last Edit: Nov 13, 2020 5:22:09 GMT -5 by Carmim Clover
SEM*: A, DURA: C STR: D Recoil: E, STAM: E, SAND: E WEAP: F, EARS: F
Fable, overloading, was struggling. Not so much because the girl was in pain, because she was not, but because having things randomly explode around you, without you having any control or say in the matter, wasn't exactly the most thrilling experience. Panting, squirming, halfway screaming, bolt after bolt tore up the pavement around the arctic fox. That is, until, a savior appeared. A somewhat exotic woman, with a tough looking exterior, approached Fable. Holding her hands out, as if to warn this newcomer not to come any closer, lest she be electrocuted, Fable was visibly shaking from overloading.
Things, fortunately, didn't go any worse than that. As Bianca moved, doing things that Fable quite frankly couldn't wrap her head around the logic behind, suddenly she felt it. Bianca had created an outlet. A lightning rod. Somewhere for all that energy to go. A large discharge went through Fable's body, straight through Bianca, into the weapon and down into the earth. Crackling noises were heard, some stones shattered from the pressure, and then silence. Fable's breathing was calmer at this point, almost relaxed. Feeling somewhat pleasant about it all, even. The golden-yellow shimmer was still visible in her fur, and she could probably keep generating charges, but for now, the energy had lowered to levels that she was comfortable controlling...
"Oh.. Oh.. F-Fable is okay... Is.. is new friend okay..? Fable go so angry at dumb blonde that she snapped!... and then so much energy... Fable didn't mean to..!"
The arctic fox tried explaining in a calm, quiet tone. Lowering her head a little in shame. Though it had been scary, it was also kind of exhillarating. That much energy available at her fingertips. That much power able to be unleashed, all because she had ingested the DNA of someone unlocking true potential within her. It had felt terrifying, overwhelming... but also like she had had the power to turn mighty monuments to dust at the snap of a finger. Currently the arctic fox was focussed almost entirely on Bianca. The looming anger for Rose having brought Fable into danger was still there, but, for now, less important to the girl.
Alina Rybalka (1 problem remaining): OSHA Would Not Approve (Obstacle Difficulty 10) Solved by Rose Phoenix! OP: 6 from Alina, 6 from Fable, 10 from Rose, 10 from solving for 32 total.
Holly Hock (1 problem remaining): Defuse the Angry Karen gaggle (Social difficulty 9) OP: 5 from Kishka, 8 from Holly, 8 from Nasrin, 3 from Kishka
Rose Phoenix (1 problem remaining): Stop the Rollercoaster crash from destroying the fair! (Hazard difficulty 8) Solved by Red OP: 8 from Red, 10 from solving for 18 total.
Red (1 problem remaining): Animals are Stampeding and People Would be Very Sad if The Animals Got Hurt (Hazard 11) Solved by Nasrin OP: 10 from Bianca, 11 from Nasrin, 3 from Carmim, 10 for solving for 34 total.
Nasrin (1 problem remaining): The Herd Needs a Fence! (Social 8) OP: 4 from Sonya, 7 from Red, 4 from Carmim
Rose Phoenix (0 problems remaining): Fight off the slave trader thugs and save Rose! (Combat difficulty 5) OP: 5 from Fable, 10 for solving for 15 total.
Fable (1 problem remaining): Fable cannot control her semblance and is releasing electricity, hurting those around her! (Hazard, Difficulty 8) OP: 8 from Bianca, 10 for solving for 18 total.
Bianca (1 problem remaining): Stop the mob psychos from getting out of control! (Social difficulty 7) OP: 7 from Alina, 10 from solving for 17 total.
Total Outcome Points to date: 173
Total RP per character:
Alina: 40RP (Rose completed Alina’s problem, completed Bianca’s problem.) Rose: 60RP (Solved Alina’s problem, Fable solved Rose’s problem, and Red completed Rose’s problem.) Red: 50RP (Solved Rose’s problem, attempted to solve Nasrin’s problem and Nasrin completed Red’s problem.) Bianca: 50RP (Attempted to solve Red’s problem, solved Fable’s problem, Alina solved Bianca's problem.) Fable: 50RP (Attempted to solve Alina’s problem, solved Rose’s problem, Bianca solved Fable’s problem.) Holly: 0RP Sonya: 10RP (Attempted to solve Nasrin’s problem) Carmim: 20RP (Attempted to solve Red’s problem, attempted to solve Nasrin’s problem) Kishka: 20RP (Attempted to solve Holly’s problem, attempted to solve Holly’s problem) Nasrin: 30RP (Solved Red's problem, attempted to solve Holly’s problem)
Post by Bianca Sabbato on Nov 13, 2020 18:27:35 GMT -5
-I’m okay... And don’t worry... You’ll get used to your power eventually. What's important is that no one got hurt and you could help Rose out- Well... I got hurt. But that was beside the point since that was my job. No civilian nor other trainee got injured, and that was all that mattered.
The faunus herself seemed to be a little shocked, even ashamed of her previous performance... Which, in all honestly, was something good in my book. I know my attitude towards her would have been way different if she were entirely unapologetic for her screw up.
It occurred to me that I hadn’t seen this girl in Haven. (even if I still had that strange feeling creeping on my back that I had indeed met her before) But that she must have been a student to have so much power and be acquaintances with Rose. So she was probably from the new batch, recently integrated and still unsure of how to use her powers.
She would need to work on that, but for now, there was no need to think about that. It was a festival, after all, and I didn’t think things would stay this chaotic for long. So no harm with offering a little comfort now that the danger had passed... Besides, those ears and tail were simply adorable...
Unable to resist the temptation. I raised one hand and gave Fable a light pat on the head, right between the ears.
-That was something pretty powerful, though. Is that a semblance of some sort?- I asked with curiosity as I gave a small look around us, the telltales of her destructive power still fresh in the earth around us.
Then it dawned onto me after I noticed she mentioned herself in the third person. (something she seemed pretty fond of doing) Something clicked in my head, her name, it sounded oddly familiar... After a moment of hesitation, I finally remembered the haven chat-rooms and the apparent shenanigans that had sparked from there.
-Fable... So you were the girl that was stuck in the window?- I asked, still a little dazzled, as I tried to picture the scene. It seemed like Holly and Rose had a fight regarding that particular situation. Maybe that had created some friction between the blond thunder and miss fuzzy tail than degenerated in this debauchery?
Taking my hand off her, I cast a sideglance towards Rose. It was probably a good idea that I checked on her before long. -Maybe it wasn’t her intention... I mean... Weren’t you calling her a friend a minute ago?-
I recalled hearing something along those lines or related to that when the girl was spitting lightning everywhere after saving Rose. -What did she exactly do?-
Having read Rose’s tirade about being no one’s friend and being mean and all of that... So I wondered if the girl was cruising through a bad time. Or something that may have caused her to antagonize this Fable girl somehow?
But it was unfair to pass judgment without knowing the full story. So after hearing out Fable’s response, I would excuse myself for a second to go check on Rose. She had taken a nasty hit before, after all, not to mention the whole structure falling over her... So I made a quick run towards the blonde trainee.
-Rose? You are Rose right?- I hadn't actually interacted with her in person before. So this would also serve as an introduction as I helped her get on her feet if needed... There was a lot of blood, after all...
-Saw those bandits get you pretty hard in the jaw, are you hurt? Need some medical help or something?- Then again, if she was, I could do jack shit about it with my nonexistent medical knowledge. But at least I could call Holly to provide assistance.
Although considering their previous confrontation, I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea.
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Post by Berwyn Rhodes on Nov 13, 2020 19:41:24 GMT -5
We cannot have nice things.
Berwyn wanted to ask Bianca to the festival. She had tried to build up courage to ask Bianca out to the festival. In the end she failed to ask Bianca out to the festival.
It honestly shouldn’t have been so hard. Many students went to the White Nights festival. It was supposed to be fun. Berwyn only saw in this action a certain dilemma that she needed to address. Was she going to ask Bianca out as a friend, or was she regarding this event as a more traditional date? With the way their relationship was developing, it could honestly have been either of the two at this point and none of them would think much of it. Considering Bianca, she would most likely have been cool with either.
But Berwyn thought this dilemma was just that more important than it actually was. So, she did the one thing that you honestly should never do: Drink a bottle of wine before you decide.
It brought a certain clarity.
At first, the giantess’ worries were calmed and brought into perspective. Just ask to go with her to the festival! Nothing more! You two will have fun and if there is ever a moment that the two of you want to scale up a regular old friend outing into a more romantic way, there was always room to decide that on the fly! Long live awkward relationships! If Berwyn’s brain stopped at that point and just went with it, everything would turn out all right.
The problem was that this wasn’t like their previous excursion into the woods. There were people here that saw them. Saw them together. Sure, they are roommates…they are a lot together. But what if…they would start to gossip? There were a lot of their fellow students at the event. What if they were seen together sharing cotton candy, or holding hands, or kissing?
What if they would make fun of me? Fun of Bianca? People can be cruel. Even if there was no real reason to be mean about two young women in love, she was certain that there were enough people around that would do as such at the slightest opportunity. Those who did not understand. What if someone would hold it against a human and a Faunus dating? Those things are sometimes frowned upon. That was honestly something that Berwyn hadn’t even considered up to this point before the wine got to her.
To relieve this worry infesting her mind, she did the sensible thing.
Drink more wine.
Till she was now standing on top of a roof, bottle in hand. While she was painfully aware of the dangers of substance abuse, she would honestly have been amassed at the scene before her no matter if she were drunk or not. She saw a shoddy rollercoaster falling apart, fights breaking out, sparks flying everywhere, animals running rampant, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria!
It was honestly a train wreck that you had to keep looking at. No, even train wrecks happen with more logic to them. This was…something that Berwyn was too drunk for to properly describe.
It was also the reason why she hadn’t leaped into action the moment there was a problem or a panic. Had she not muddled her wits; she would have assisted people at a moment’s notice! She would have escorted citizens away from the area, being a good little protector carrying children and puppies to safety.
At the moment though, she resorted to a base problem that underlined her core. She was indecisive about how she could help. She saw a lot of problems happening all at once, and as she wanted to assist at a place, someone far less drunk already seemed to take care of things! The unspecified amount of alcohol in her system only increased this flaw. Wanting to help, but not knowing the best way to do it and letting her worry about messing things up from letting her decide.
Eventually, she tried to get off the roof to do something. Anything.
She tried to float down with her semblance, but her powers faltered around halfway down, and she came down with a tumble into an already abandoned stand selling T-shirts and bath towels of huntsmen. Unlicensed even, how shameful. Most prominent were those of team Bell. Unsurprisingly, as they had won the recent Vytal Festival Tournament. The fabrics did soften the fall somewhat, but It also caused Berwyn to be more delayed in her response as she needed a few seconds to try and realign herself with the concept of up and down.
When she was up and about, she saw a problem nearby that she could try and fix. The animal pen needed to be repaired. She could do that!
While the intent to help was there, the way Berwyn’s addled mind attempted to solve the problem was less than ideal. She got a hold of the big cloth roof of the stall that had previously broken her landing, and she had the bright idea to help. She stumbled about, seeming to be so self-absorbed in her goal to notice or address her classmates. She needed to help with animals! Cute animals! The two young men that were directed by Nasrin to help contain the animals were suddenly met with a giant of a woman standing behind and over them as they desperately tried to contain the animals.
And Berwyn held out both ends of the stall-cloth in her hands, as if acting as a windscreen but for animals. She spoke towards the two men who looked at her funny for a moment. “I am helping.”
And that was all she did….standing motionless with the two men who were already trying to contain the animals… as a fairly big and bizarre scarecrow/windscreen. If she moved, she would have done nothing at all, but she at least didn’t seem to upset the animals too much to start a second stampede. She was able to keep this up for about a few seconds till she started to stumble on her feet somewhat, tripping, and falling over the two men who Nasrin instructed to keep the animals at bay. Being caught under the cloth for a moment, Berwyn explained happily: “I caught something! I did it!”
Words: 1056 Problem: The Herd Needs a Fence! (Social 8) Using Tailoring F Result: 5 + 0 = 5 (Failure)
Post by Rose Phoenix on Nov 13, 2020 21:35:31 GMT -5
❝I Was Lightning,
Before The Thunder❞
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Rose bared her teeth like a wild animal at the woman who guffawed at her. If only she could fight back...she would wipe that bitch ass smirk right off her nasty face. She was trembling with fury that built up so much that it was burning hot in her heart.
"Do what you want, you piece of shit. I don't give a flying f-"
"Fox!" The boy below her shouted.
Rose raised an incredulous brow and looked down as the boy pointed upward. "A flying fox? That's not-"
But her words were cut off as an ear piercing scream echoed through the sky like a hot knife through butter. The blonde shakily looked up and her jade eyes widened as, amongst the debris, a small alabaster figure came hurdling down directly at Rose like an arrow. Oh...fuck me.
There was no chance to prepare or brace herself with all of the wood piled onto her, so all Rose could do was grit her bloodied teeth and suck in her gut. Lightning crackled around her body, building up the durability within. But even that didn't help from the sheer velocity of the screaming fox bullet that slammed so hard into the blonde that the wood went scattering all over the place! The two tumbled awkwardly along the ground and Rose took a mouthful of dirt that mixed to dry with the fresh blood filling up. Work aura! WORK!
Yet her aura only flickered oddly as she finally came to a rolling stop on her back, arms stretching out with no sword in hand. It must have flew off in the tumble...shit.
"Fable...what in the actual-"
Sitting up on her elbow, the girl glanced at the fox to see that she was tinted yellow instead of the usual white...and she looked pissed. Rose was ready to defend herself vocally when she remembered the bandits and the innocents, but she froze in place at the scene unfolding. In one fell swoop, Fable spun around and annihilated all four of them!
"Lightning...the hell is going on here?"
She shut her trap quickly as Fable screamed angrily at her, which shocked Rose to hear. Meanie? Sent flying...what? I was saving those people...
The lightning was surging violently from the fox, striking anything in proximity to her! It was a terrifying spectacle to behold and there was little that Rose could do to stop it! She tried to stand up, but gasped as her leg gave out from under her. She collapsed onto the ground, facing the sky...and it seemed hopeless. But just then, she heard another girl's voice speak out.
Rose's teeth chattered violently, but she was able to tilt her head to see a girl dig a spear into the ground and divert the excess energy away like a conductor...clever girl. The blonde breathed a sigh, collapsing fully with her arms and legs spread wide like she was making snow angels.
Her eyes were closed for some time and the blonde would have passed out right then and there if she hadn't heard that same voice speaking above her. Rose's face was messy with blood and dirt, her jacket was ripped up, and the tie in her hair fell out so the blonde hair was like a mop spread everywhere. She reached up with a loud cough accompanied with blood and grasped Bianca's arm for support.
"Yep. *Hack!* Sorry is that expensive? I'll spot ya...anyway, yup! Rose...that'sa me! Who are you, Angel?"
One eye was closed firmly, most likely filled with dirt and grime...and leaking blood from a small piece of glass dug into the thin brow above but she grinned like it was nothing.
"I'll live, but thanks for the save. That's what's up, my girl! *Cough sputter* I ain't 'xactly on my A game today, ya know?"
Rose pulled herself up with Bianca's offered help and gently bopped her on the cheek with a fist. "Yer aight in my book...let's get this mess under control and hang later, ya dig?"
She winked at Bianca, which looked more like she was just closing her eyes at the Huntress and turned her attention to Fable. The girl looked awful and kinda down as the blonde walked toward her with a very slight limp. When she was close enough, Rose dropped to her knees in front of Fable. Falling forward, Rose wrapped her arms tightly around the Fox and leaned her chin on the girl's shoulder.
"I didn't worry 'cause I knew you could handle it. I did what you said and didn't think...but I was a jerk though. Fable is really strong. Like...holy shit that was freaking awesome, girl! Yer glowing and zappin' shtick was badass!"
Her body trembled from pain that she was unaccustomed to. Her voice quivered in a monotone manner. It hurt like hell and blood was starting to get into her eye, stinging horribly. But Rose clutched onto Fable if the fox would let her.
"Rose doesn't want to be mean anymore...I *cough* am sorry." Just some RPing stuff!
Post by Bianca Sabbato on Nov 14, 2020 18:07:02 GMT -5
-Angel? That’s a new one, hoping for me to show you heaven?- I playfully asked the blonde, managing to put on a serious facade for about 5 seconds before breaking down and having to laugh at the cheesiness of my own words.
-Just messing with ya... And don’t worry about the dress, It’s second hand anyway... Name’s Bianca. I’m from class Red, that’s probably why we never meet- I explained briefly as I admired the full extent of how messy the whole ordeal had left her.
Her eye looked pretty fucked up. But as far as I knew eye injuries were like... Really fucking painful. So if she could keep up her smile with hers, it meant that either it wasn’t so bad as it looked or she was tough enough to handle it.
I smiled when she gently fist-bumped my cheek. Thinking to myself that she didn’t look like the super mean, super nasty bitch she pretended to be... Of course. I wasn’t going to be the one to tell her this. So I simply nodded and let her go once it was clear she could keep herself stable without my help.
-I’ll be looking forward to it...- I called out, giving her a small pat on the back as she walked in Fable’s direction... And then, she promptly fell to her knees and had to hang on the fox faunus for balance.
I literally had to turn around so Rose wouldn’t see me smiling as if it was my birthday. Holly was right, she tried to act all grumpy and cool, but she was such a cutie-pie on the inside! It was adorable! Oh crap, I hoped she didn’t hear me snort... Well. Whatever, time to find something else to do... Uh... Do my eyes deceive me, or is that...
Yep, no doubt about it. It was Berwyn. A little shaky on her feet, but nonetheless T-posing over some scared dudes to assert dominance... Oh! And now she just fell over them and got them all trapped under a cloth! How nice...
Yeah... At this point pretty much nothing could shake me anymore about this festival. If aliens suddenly invaded I probably wouldn’t bat an eye... Anyway. They were trying to fix the fence, right? Well, I didn’t know a lot about DIY or woodworking in general, but I was sure there were at least some folks around her well versed in those areas.
Fishing out my scroll, I skimmed through my list of old contacts, I had marked with a small cross the manes of those who owed me a favor or two from my usual grimm hunting escapades and similar things. One of them, if I remember correctly, lived nearby.
-Heyo! Barracuda? Yeah, it’s me... You still have your carpentry shop, right?-
I seriously hoped he didn’t have a part in creating that abomination of a rollercoaster. But I doubt it, he put out good work, so he wouldn’t approve of his boys building bullshit like that.
-That’s good to hear. Listen. Could you do me a favor for old time’s sake? I have a situation here, some animals from the petting zoo broke the fence or something, and now we need a new one to keep them reined in-
He seemed amicable at first, probably thinking I was calling him for a job. But once he heard what I had to say, he started complaining about how he would need to pay for the wood and the working hands himself, but I was having none of that shit, once in a while you should do something for your fucking community, dammit!
-Man, don’t be a bitch! I’m not asking you to use premium wood to fix it! They don’t need ebony, heavily ornated fences, just pick up some scrap logs or use the wood that‘s already here, and work out something with your boys... I did help you with clearing out that forest pocket you like using, and free of charge, remember?-
After some muffled complaints and talking things out with his workers, they seemed to come to a compromise of sorts and he informed he was on his way here.
-That’s the spirit, thank you man, honestly. I’ll be a great help. Welp, see ya later then!- In a better mood, I let out a happy sigh as I took a look at my surroundings. There appeared to be some kind of commotion with a trio of... Ladies, if we can call them that way. But Kishka and Holly seemed able to keep them entertained so they wouldn’t be more of an earsore than they already were.
-Well, not dipping my toes on that one, for now, that’s for sure...- There was still the problem of the giant trainee still trapped under the fabric...
It was probably for the best if I went and tried to help my roommate escape her precarious situation. So without missing a beat, I started walking in her direction, trying as best as I could to avoid angering the animals least they tried to escape again.
-Rise and shine!- I called out, pulling the cloth from over the giantess and her... Prey? Captives? Victims? Whatever they were.
-Such a beautiful day for you to spend it locked in there- I said, smiling at them as I reached down to help Berwyn get on her feet... She kind of stank of alcohol though. -Have you been having fun on your own, dear Berwyn?- I asked her with a smirk as I watched the carpenters appear in the distance, a cart full of crap wood and tools being pushed by a burly ram faunus.
As I was busy looking at them getting ready to work. The friendly cow from before came back, giving Berwyn her good old one-two routine of headbutt and lick, but with Berwyn being so big and tall on the ground, there was no way that the animal could trip her over, even if charging her from behind... Right?
...Right?
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Result: 8 + 0 = 8 (Success)
Last Edit: Nov 14, 2020 18:08:38 GMT -5 by Bianca Sabbato
Post by Holly Hock on Nov 14, 2020 19:27:48 GMT -5
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Kishka's boasts and threats were originally faced with silence. She did get a death glare from one of them, in a way of telling her that they would very much come back to the audacity you just displayed. Like a pack of hungry wolves, they were first circling on their first victim to demoralize and intimidate. Holly hadn't expected their reaction of catching the pumpkin, and honestly, she didn't knew how she would even proceed now. She was insulted, berated, and verbally beaten down. Kishka tried to assist, but was even she powerless against them. Holly was ready to just accept defeat at this point. "I...I wou-" [break] [break]
Her speech was interrupted by a guardian angel riding a hovering death machine that Holly was secretly jealous about. When a pink-haired wild-rider appeared in front of the trio, they hadn't imagined that they were being attempted to be literally herded away like they were a literal gaggle of animals. Even if they weren't the most obnoxious bunch of middle-aged moaner, this would have been seen as quite a rude action that didn't soothe their tempers. Holly was hopeful this would be the end of it! She smiled at Kishka, and she thanked Nasrin. "Thank you, Nasrin! You really helped us out there!" [break] [break]
Once they discovered the wily solution of moving around the barrier, they walked back and returned to their original objective of pestering two girls not even half their age. Not that they would ever admit at being a year over 30. Holly's spirits were shattered, and she just looked at Nasrin riding away. "That bitch..." Holly whispered to herself, but loud enough for Kishka to definitely hear. Left to themselves again. Holly, at the end of her wits, just tried to do the last thing she could think of. The Karens seemed to be fuming. One of the dogs was literally growling at this point now that it was safety back in its owner's arms. Holly's social media presence hadn't helped, using violence hadn't helped. All she had left was plant-based affection. She cleared her throat, and just went with it. [break] [break]
"I know several her-"[break] [break] Holly was slapped in her face.[break] [break] "How dare you send your goon friends at us to literally push us out of this festival!" The Holly-assaulter brought in, being actually on another level of Karen-madness right now. "She was definitely with you! I will have you charged with assault, battery, attempted homicide, reckless endangerment of animals! You will be in prison, stupid child! I will end you! I know your name!" She now almost screamed at Holly. The slap actually kinda hurt, causing the plant-girl to yelp, and it was brought with enough force that Holly staggered slightly even though her aura defended her. Still, this seemed to be the only physical provocation right now. [break] [break]
Another focused her attention towards Kishka now. Her retort was quick and deadly, like a lunging viper. "Don't think we do not recognize who you are... Your fame as a Vytal champion might impress us..." She sounded serious for a moment, before she brought the back of her hand to her face to actually perform a cliched noblewoman's laugh. "Ho ho ho, had you only been your sister. We read the interviews, you are Kissa Burzanova, right? Socializing with such common riffraff, oh your family would be so ashamed of you! You honestly don't even belong in the Cloud District anymore, girly." Just at the moment that you considered how deranged these women must be to be this into digging up potential dirt on people they could meet in the cloud district, the last of them made their move. [break] [break]
The sweetest of the Karens now also aimed her arrows at Holly. Her word-arrows. "That was dangerous. Your friend is away now, but you are responsible for what she did. You obviously just called her over in a text on your scroll. We all here saw it. You are in a lot of trouble for that, and the way you attacked my sister. You did that yourself, so don't blame us." Her tone was deceptively sweet despite her words, even giving a smile as if her shaming was a blessing. She took a step towards Holly, before she looked down at the pink haired girl. "There is a way we can still set this right. Accept that you are wrong. Go on your hands and knees, in the dirt, and apologize to us." She pointed down. "Do that and we might not call the cops on the both of you."[break] [break]
The other two Karens looked at their third member after saying this, seeming to be actually caught in a mixture of awe and admiration. While you should never trust a Karen, be extra wary of those who appear to act sweetly. Those can be the most dangerous Karen of all. Mastery of both scorn, and guilt. Letting your believe in your heart that you truly should be ashamed. Crepe was so much more than your average Karen complainer. She was the legend that trainees at the local foodcorner feared. The three of them, five if you counted the dogs, actually stayed silent for a moment as they looked at the pink-haired girl to see what she was going to do next.[break] [break]
Holly for her part was honestly confused at the situation. She felt...shame. Was she in the wrong now? She honestly started to doubt her own conviction at this moment as she rubbed her cheek. Nasrin was very rough just now, and maybe Holly shouldn't have been here handing out pumpkins. Certainly shouldn't have thrown them. That was enough to call the cops right? She didn't wanted to fight these naggers and cause further trouble, and she had already endured enough abuse that she wanted to cry. The Karens had Holly at the brink of loosing the will to oppose them. [break] [break]
She actually tried to go down on her hands and knees if not stopped, being at the end of her will to oppose any longer and wanting this to be done.
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Dice result: 1+2 (Fail)
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Post by Alina Rybalka on Nov 14, 2020 20:13:50 GMT -5
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Right hand was still pressed against her forehead, as if warding off her brains literally sliding out of it. Breathe. Breathe and focus. Bad things were still happening. There was still a lot of yelling, running around, and bright scrolls being moved around in a way that was very disorienting to the faunus in the moment. Skull was still pounding, and peripheral vision was still gone, but at least number of critical issues seemed to be going down. [break][break]
Well, it was either that or she just couldn’t see anything. There was still a crowd, and she couldn’t pretend to be able to see everything or position to where she could in her current state. Fuck, she couldn’t really see anything outside of the animals stampeding around. That had to be the biggest priority, not even really because it was a big danger or anything. The goats wouldn’t kill anyone, probably, but they made it damn near impossible to see anything else and they were the thing that occupied everyone’s attention. [break][break]
That, frankly, was a problem that she wasn’t exactly equipped for. She could kill all the goats, sure, and it would be near-instant and very quick. That wasn’t the best outcome for the situation, though, and frankly she was fine just letting them run around if that was the only other option. Looking around, it looked like multiple other people were trying to deal with the situation as well with… varying effectiveness. [break][break]
One midget was trying to mold the broken rollercoaster tracks with their hand, and one drunkard was holding up some cloth in some lame attempt to help. Taking the initial steps toward the area, she was up jumped by a group of what looked like carpenters who decided they were going to take matters into their own hands. Well, that solved that. There wasn’t really any possible way she could be more of a help than actual carpenters with tools… or just random hobbyists with tools, maybe they weren’t carpenters, but it didn’t matter because she didn’t have the tools. [break][break]
Head was still pounding, but that was fine. The animals were the biggest issue currently, and gray eyes scanned the area again to see if she could find anything else on fire or otherwise in need of attention. There was a crowd around the blonde who had saved the passengers in peril earlier, but she couldn’t get a good look on what exactly was going on over there due to the crowd. Nobody was screaming in terror or anything, so it was probably fine. Bystander effect was a thing, but not bad enough that it was impossible to tell when something actually bad was happening in front of others. [break][break]
The sound of a slap caused her wolf ears to perk up and caused her to turn to see what the commotion was, and she saw the scene of a group of middle aged women berating two Haven students she recognized from the Vytal Festival. That, frankly, wasn’t an issue she was going to actually walk all the way over to. She did, however, see one of her Kozaks out in the corner of her eye and flagged him down. The faunus pointed at the situation, actually escalating to the point of the pink-haired one attempting to get on her hands in knees in an over-exaggerated gesture of apology by that point. [break][break]
”See that, Basil? I want you to go in there and see if you can diffuse it.” The young man was obviously reluctant to walk into that particular situation, but Alina encouraged him. ”Think of it as a low risk way to get some experience. The worst they can do is say mean things to you, and you’re not even in uniform right now. They won’t even remember you tomorrow, just go and do your best.” [break][break]
Basil was a younger kid, barely eighteen years old but a decent one who always worked hard. She trusted him to not escalate the situation and not make things work, and took her eyes off the situation for a minute or two to quickly go to a market stall and get some kvass, and when she got finished she went to look at how the situation progressed and widened her eyes at what she saw. [break][break]
The truth was that the kid walked over and got shouted down before he even got the chance to get more than two words out, being accused of being connected to the lawbreakers from Haven and threatening legal action and a reckoning beyond his imagination for crossing the group and being caught red-handed. The guy panicked and didn’t know how to respond, and by the time Alina looked over it looked like the poor lad was lowering himself in the dogeza position on his hands and knees due to the verbal abuse coming his way and his inability to process how to handle what was happening. [break][break]
Well, that was certainly good to know. Bravery in the face of physical harm wasn’t the same as bravery in the face of emotional harm, and some people were much more weak to the latter than the former. Still, it had literally been like two minutes or something – maybe even less! How the hell did he lose his willpower that quickly to a bunch of random whiners? Why were the Haven students also getting wrecked by this group? Was it a semblance? Some mind altering semblance or one that increased fatigue or something? That might make sense. Something like that had to be the explanation, because there was no way that normal, aura-less civilians could exert that much control over an area… right? It had to be a semblance. [break][break]
Either way, she wasn’t going to go over there herself and find out. Someone else could fix that problem, she did her part already and wasn’t going to personally try and solve it unless it got to the point of a legitimate fight or something. Like she said, it was a learning experience for all of them. [break][break]
Post by Kishka Burzanova on Nov 14, 2020 21:18:11 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
This entire experience was really starting to sour what would otherwise be an essentially perfect day for Kishka. It was infuriating. These old bitches were just so hellbent on throwing a fucking fit about Holly and her pumpkins, and for what? What purpose could it possibly serve!? Why!? What reason was there for them to come and shit on her parade?
She could handle them slinging insults at her- she was a big girl, she could handle herself. She could take the hits.
Hell, she was from the Cloud District, and she'd gone to school at Sanctum Academy. And Belyy goddamn Burzanova was her twin sister, for fuck's sake. If she couldn't handle a few petty rude comments from some cloudheaded assholes trying to get under her skin, she wouldn't have made it half as far as she had.
Damn.
Cloudheaded?
She cringed in disgust at the way Nasrin's constant derogatory remarks had managed to embed themselves in her head.
These assholes weren't good examples of how people from the Cloud should behave- they were the reason other assholes, like Golbahar, seemed to think everyone from up top was a brainless whiny entitled fuckhead with no idea what went on in the real world. Which meant that they had to go, and they had to go, right then.
Her resolve tightened, and she managed to stand up a little straighter. These bitches were going to learn, in short order, not to fuck with her or her friends ever again.
And then she watched as one of the Karens' hands lashed out at Holly.
She was quick, but having not expected a reaction like that, even Kishka was too slow to stop it, her hand barely missing the horrible woman's gross overly-spray-tanned arm as she attempted to block the slap. This was, again, ignored, as the pack focused hard on their initial prey.
Kishka could only stare in absolute, utter, disgust as she had the fucking gall to continue talking down to Holly. Her fists clenched and it took a fuckton of deeply-held conviction and restraint to stop her from just wailing on these morons with her umbrella. Hell, with her fists, even. She'd have loved nothing more than to kick their asses, and their little dogs' too.
But she didn't.
She couldn't, and she knew that.
No matter how much the thought boiled up to the top of her mind, that she had killed dozens of people much, much, more easily, that had deserved it far, far, less. That against their Aura-less bodies, her weapon, strong enough to rip through most thinner metals, could easily rend their skin and bones into bloody approximations of a Karen-like shape. That with less than a thought, she could beat them until they were bloody and begging for mercy, instead of making outrageous demands. That she was fast enough to hit them, and run before anybody else could stop her. That-
For the first time in months, she felt an overwhelming need to wash her hands. She didn't feel clean anymore. She wouldn't go so far as to say that her favorite day of the year had been ruined, but it was starting to head that way.
She snapped out of her brief lapse of awareness as she was addressed. She had no words in reply, only a gritting of teeth, but make no mistake, those insults stung deep. She was acutely aware that she was not her sister, and the last thing she needed was some mouthy nobody smelling like bad perfume and nouveau riche aesthetic reminding her of that.
Kishka fumed, as she fought to hold her temper in check.
She refused to give in to her anger; it was a constant, ever-present, problem for her, and something that was normally held in check much more easily. Because normally, her enemies were superhuman. They weren't fragile, weak, middle-aged wine moms wielding egos and purses.
They were Grimm, inhuman and lethal, armed with claws, fangs, and a vicious hatred for humanity. They were bandits, ruthless and merciless, armed with guns, knives, bombs. They were her classmates, who had Auras, and Semblances, and Huntsman weapons. They could take a few hits when she got pissed off enough, and nobody would bat an eyelash if she requested a sanctioned duel with one of them.
These weren't Grimm, or bandits, or Heidi Bariole.
These were idiots, in way over their fucking heads. With no idea who the fuck they were messing with.
The third one demanded that Holly grovel at her feet, as some stranger approached them to intervene. Kishka took the opportunity to raise a hand to place firmly on Holly's shoulder, attempting to block her from even trying to stoop to the Karens' demands. Her gaze, however, didn't leave the ringleader of the trio, set in a furious, steely, glare, signature violent storms of violet lightning flashing in her eyes.
Just as they finished giving the poor kid who'd come over to help out the ass-chewing of his life, she stepped forward towards the trio. "Are you threatening me!? I will have you know that-"
"Shut the fuck up. All of you! Shut the fuck up, right now, and listen to me!"
"No, you-"
She stepped closer, glowering down at the woman, as she jabbed a finger at the lead Karen's chest. "No, YOU shut the fuck up and pay close attention!"
For the first time since they had begun berating everybody they'd come across, all three of them were suddenly pretty fucking quiet. She took her pointing finger, and swept it across the three of them, making damn sure all of them knew she was addressing them collectively, as she took a step back to her original position.
"I've had it with you assholes harassing me and my friend. And this kid- hey, you, get up. Don't grovel like that for these fuckers, they can't, and won't do a thing to you. I will personally ensure that. Thanks for trying to help, though."
She offered Basil a brief smile, before returning to glaring down the leader of the way-too-old-to-be Mean Girls.
"You all know who I am, yeah? Kishka Burzanova? Daughter of some very influential business owners in the Cloud District? You know, the actual Cloud, not whatever rental property you borderline slum rats crawled out of? Yeah, I can say that. Wanna know why? Because you know me, by name, at a glance. But I don't know who the fuck you three are."
She paused for a few seconds, daring them to speak up.
Which, of course, they did.
"How DARE YOU, you INSOLENT little-" She immediately reached over to snap her fingers, right in the woman's face, without bothering to so much as glance at her, as she came to her stunned alpha's defense.
"Hush. I'm speaking with your manager, not you, $7.25 an hour."
She couldn't tell, because she was making a point of not looking at anyone but the center Karen, but the would-be interrupter's face was ghostly pale, mouth agape, at the seer intense disrespect she'd been dealt.
"Right. Here's how this is going to go. Okay? Listen up, because I'll be damned if I'm repeating myself. You fucking nobodies are going to apologize right now to my friend here. She's a much better person than any of you are, and if she wants to sell her politically motivated pumpkins at the Festival, you three sure as hell aren't going to tell her no. How many Grimm invasions have you bitches defended against? Huh? What was that? None? Oh! Thought so. You haven't. She has. So she can sell her fucking produce wherever the fuck she wants, unless you like the idea that some day you might be chased down by horrifying monsters on some idiotic summer beach trip, and your would-be-hero decides she didn't like that time you slapped her and called her names."
"After that, you're going to apologize to this poor kid, who had jackshit fucking nothing to do with any of this mess, aside from wanting to help get you three parasites off our backs! Then- no, don't get ahead of yourselves, I don't want your damn apologies, because I know they won't mean shit anyways. Don't apologize to me. Third thing, after you apologize to them, I want you three to pack your shit up and leave my goddamn Festival. If I see any of you again today, I swear on my life, I will have my family's lawyers on your asses like flies motherfucking cow shit. Three counts of harassment, one count of assault, three counts of disturbing the peace? And I'm pretty sure I could have my father pull some strings to have your little book club or whatever the fuck you call yourselves listed in Mistral's official gang registry, making your punishments much more severe. Now,"
She clasped her hands, face abruptly shifting to a much more pleasant, well-practiced, smile.
"What seems to be the problem here, ladies?"
Meanwhile, however, as the Karens presumably dispersed in short order, following Kishka's vicious verbal assault, things were going a lot worse over by the merchandise stands, where Berwyn had recently landed. She had landed on a rack of merchandise bearing the faces of Bel Burzanova and her egotistically self-titled Huntsman team, BELL, but what she hadn't expected was the chain of events that this would set off- while the vendor was initially angry upon returning to his stand, his expression soon turned to fear and alarm as a wooden beam tipped over, striking a lit oil lantern at the History of the Ground District exhibit next to his stall- it quickly splattered the hot fuel over the antique quilts and garments, setting them alight, along with his surprisingly flammable T-shirts and the wood of both stalls, themselves. And then it began to creep towards the stands nearby, happily lapping up the straw spread around by the earlier stampede, as a now-roaring blaze began to build.
First a rollercoaster crash, then a stampede, an out-of-control fox girl, a bandit attack, a pack of angry Karens, and now this!? What the hell was going on at the White Lights Festival this year!?!?